Hidden Weapons? Sneak Attack? Is This the So-Called Tang Sect Spirit?

Beneath the dilapidated walls of Shrek Academy, the air was cold enough to freeze.

Zhao Wuji's massive frame lay sprawled in the center of a deep crater, his chest heaving violently, every breath accompanied by the sound of blood bubbling from his throat.

This "Immovable Wisdom King," once a terror across the continent, had not only had his martial soul forcibly shattered, but his very pride had been pulverized into dust by the ten heavy blows from Su Yun.

The scene was deathly silent, save for a few birds in the distant treetops, startled by the soul power, circling in panic.

"Done and dusted."

Su Yun smiled slightly at Xiao Wu and reached out to take the folding fan she handed him.

"A confrontation of this level didn't even make me break a sweat. It really lacked any challenge."

"Brother Su Yun is the best!"

Xiao Wu cheered, lunging forward to hug Su Yun's arm. She cast a provocative glance at Ning Rongrong not far away before lowering her voice.

"Still, that big guy with the fleshy face—the expression he had just now was hilarious. He looked exactly like a rotten purple sweet potato."

Although Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, her cold, obsidian eyes were filled with awe and a certain indescribable tremor.

She subconsciously touched the Diary Copy tucked against her chest; the seed that had just sprouted in her heart began to grow wildly.

However, behind this warm and harmonious scene, a cold, venomous gaze filled with murderous intent locked onto Su Yun's back like a viper.

Tang San stood at the edge of the crowd, his teeth grinding together with a clicking sound.

He could not accept this.

He truly could not accept it!

Why?

How could this Su Yun possess such terrifying power?

How could he crush a Soul Saint with a mere wave of his hand, while he himself, even with the countless killing moves within his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, still felt powerless before a Soul Saint?

"He must have used some underhanded, shameful method!"

Tang San roared frantically in his heart, his facial muscles twisting from extreme jealousy.

"So what if he has a god-level martial soul? That attack just now must have overdrawn his vitality or used some sort of evil forbidden technique! He's faking it, he must be faking it!"

Watching Su Yun's back, defenseless and turned toward him, and seeing Xiao Wu's wholehearted trust in Su Yun, the last string of reason in Tang San's mind snapped completely.

"Go to hell! As long as you're dead, Xiao Wu will return to my side! As long as you're dead, the world will return to its proper path!"

Tang San's right hand moved silently toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

His movements were extremely fast and concealed; this was an instinct honed over twenty years in the Tang Sect during his previous life.

As his fingertips slid over the cowhide belt, several pitch-black Bone-Piercing Nails, emitting a faint blue light, slid into his palm.

These Bone-Piercing Nails were coated with the venom of a Datura Snake, and although the toxicity was significantly reduced due to his current weak soul power, at such close range, combined with the force of Tang Sect Hidden Weapon techniques, once they entered the body, even a Soul King would be paralyzed on the spot!

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

"Crane-Controlling Dragon-Capturing!"

Tang San's footwork shifted slightly, his figure sliding forward to the side like a ghost, finding a perfect blind spot.

His wrist snapped violently, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill soul power from his entire body surged into his fingertips like a tide—this was his trump card.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several streaks of black light transformed into bolts of death, carrying a barely perceptible whistling sound as they struck in a triangular formation, aiming directly for the back of Su Yun's head, his heart, and his tailbone!

This was a Tang Sect finishing move, sealing off all possible retreat routes.

"San, no!"

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang let out a cry of alarm, yet a strange, eerie anticipation flickered in the eyes of his stiff face.

If this strike from Tang San truly succeeded, then the threat of Su Yun would be completely eliminated.

Ning Rongrong happened to turn her head and saw this scene, her pupils shrinking in terror.

"Su Yun, watch out! There's a Hidden Weapon behind you!"

However, the scene that followed became a nightmare that Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing would never be able to erase for the rest of their lives, and it became the point where Tang San's dignity was utterly shattered.

Su Yun acted as if he had eyes in the back of his head; he didn't even turn around.

Just as the three Bone-Piercing Nails were about to touch the golden light on his back, Su Yun's right hand seemed to transcend the limitations of space, reaching backward with a speed that felt like a hallucination.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three crisp metallic clashing sounds rang out in a single line.

The black light, previously filled with murderous intent, vanished instantly.

When Su Yun turned around, he was steadily holding those three Bone-Piercing Nails, which still shimmered with a faint blue, venomous light, between his index and middle fingers.

His gaze was cold and mocking; the look of treating them like trash made Tang San feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"A sneak attack?"

Su Yun's magnetic voice rang out across the deathly silent arena, carrying a bone-chilling pressure.

"Is this the skill your so-called Master taught you? When you can't win, you resort to such low-handed tactics?"

"You... how could you possibly catch my Hidden Weapon?!"

Terrified, Tang San's voice turned shrill and distorted. Exhausted, he stumbled back several steps and collapsed onto the muddy ground.

Su Yun walked toward Tang San, step by step.

With every step he took, the ground emitted a faint tremor, the oppressive force feeling as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Tang Sect Hidden Weapon? Hah."

Su Yun sneered, the Bone-Piercing Nail in his hand spinning rapidly between his fingers like a toy.

"You dare to show off this child's play? In the face of absolute strength, these tricks of yours are nothing more than a death throe."

Su Yun turned his head, his gaze sweeping toward Yu Xiaogang, who was desperately trying to shrink into the background.

"Master? Is this the monster you've cultivated? Can't win head-on, so you shoot cold arrows from behind? If this behavior were to spread through the Spirit Master World, even those Evil Spirit Masters would mock the integrity of your Shrek Academy."

Under Su Yun's stare, Yu Xiaogang's aged face turned the color of liver, yet he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

His theories covered countless combat techniques, but he had never taught his disciples how to maintain their dignity after a failed sneak attack.

"Take your trash back."

Su Yun's eyes sharpened, and he flicked his wrist violently.

The three Bone-Piercing Nails transformed into three brilliant golden streaks of light, whistling with terrifying intensity as they grazed Tang San's cheek.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three dull thuds followed.

The Bone-Piercing Nails buried themselves to the hilt in the center of the solid stone pillar behind Tang San.

Stone fragments flew everywhere.

Tang San felt a searing, stinging pain on his left cheek, and a lock of severed hair drifted to the ground in the wind.

If Su Yun had been off by even a millimeter, he would be a cold corpse right now.

Tang San went completely limp, an indescribable wave of nausea surging in his heart—a physiological reaction to being completely enveloped by the shadow of death.

"Get lost."

Su Yun turned around, not sparing him another glance.

At this moment, the Diary in Su Yun's embrace manifested automatically.

As he took Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing by the hand to head toward the hotel, he moved his consciousness slightly, jotting down the most venomous entry of the day on the blank page.

[Today's disgusting highlight: This kid Tang San has truly inherited the Tang Clan's fine tradition of 'No Martial Virtue.']

[It's one thing to be unable to beat Zhao Wuji head-on, but to actually try and sneak attack me? Those Bone-Piercing Nails were even coated in poison. Tsk tsk, he truly lives up to the reputation of 'Pure and Clean Young Master Tang San.']

[A person like this only survives because of his protagonist halo. If this were a different script, such a despicable sneak-attacker wouldn't last three episodes before being dragged off to feed the dogs.]

[And that Yu Xiaogang—his disciple pulls a dirty trick, and not only does he not stop it, but his look just now clearly showed he was wishing for my death. This pair of master and disciple, one a hypocrite and the other a true villain, are a match made in heaven.]

[Rongrong, Zhuqing, did you see clearly? This is the 'partner' you were supposed to know in the future. One is a venomous snake shooting cold arrows from the shadows, and the other is a fraud who leads his students astray.]

[Anyway, I'm tired of this dump called Shrek. Since someone likes playing with 'Hidden Weapons,' in a few days, I'll show him what real 'Spirit Guidance Technology' is—truly terrifying.]

After finishing the diary entry, Su Yun casually tucked the book back into his storage space.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing read the incisive evaluation in the diary, then looked at Tang San, who was still slumped in the mud from the sheer terror of the encounter. The last shred of pity in their eyes vanished completely, replaced by a deep sense of disgust.

"What a disgusting person."

Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath before quickly running toward Su Yun.

"Brother Su Yun, wait for me! I want to stay at the Red Ocean too!"